They started to fuck me from both ends making me cry out with pleasure as they made me orgasim, this just made them go harder and faster and I felt my...sons friends grab the back of my head and push his cock deep down my throat and explode filling my mouth full of his hot spunk making me drink it all down.Seeing this pushed my son over the edge and he rammed his cock as deep as he could into my pussy and shot his load inside me, I was breathing heavy but they were both still rock hard which just. The same apartment. We’d fucked every which way inside that one-bed studio. It came back to me fast. Her bed, her windowsill, her couch, the rug, the kitchen counter, the granite coffee table, in the shower and even against the goddamn front door. How many times? Countless times. So many times that she’d given up making notches in the bedpost. The streets were busy with traffic, stores open late for Christmas shopping, lights colourful and blinding, but I hardly noticed any of it. I trailed. Yikes.Freddy started shivering as he walked up to theplywood set, to a door that would open as he and Suewere announced. The room was warm enough, he was justscared shitless. Sue walked up, led by a man inanother Porn-tv t-shirt, and stepped up right next toFreddy. “Ready?” she asked, putting on a tremuloussmile. She was nude too. Or she was the only one nude,since not a speck of Freddy’s skin actually showed.But i damned sure felt like he was nude. And about togo out in front. Those who hate wimps will only see about fifty more of those because the stories I sent to the I Watch category were split 50/50 between what some call wimps and some call "real men." Why the 50/50 split? It came from listening to the readers. I would get feedback asking me why all the men in my stories were hard asses. "In real life men are more forgiving, especially if it is the first indiscretion." So I would write stories with forgiving husbands and boyfriends and then the next batch of.